A princess girl

Animalia is a princess girl. We fight with her to put on jeans or pants of any kind. She says they're "gross." No kidding. Actually says "gross." And then there's crying and pleading, mostly on her part, but sometimes on ours. In fact, once, given the option to play outside (which she loves) but with the condition that she had to wear pants, she said, "Let's watch a movie."

Pain in the butt.

Nana was bothering Animalia, as per usual.

"Nana pain in the butt," Animalia said, under her breath.
Nana, shocked and apalled, asked the Animalia, "Did you just call Nana a pain in the butt?"
"No?" replied Animalia, somewhat confidently.

Later, as Nana was telling me this story I just knew. I just knew Animalia had said it and was trying to cover her own pain in the butt.

P.S. She learned the term "pain in the butt" from Nana. Reap what you sow, Nana. Reap what you sow.

No, kids!

This morning, the Animalia was reading a JCPenny ad. She focused on the children's pages, offering the kids in the picture her rubber ducky. "Here, kids. Pato!" she said happily. "Here you go, kids!" Apparently they were way too interested in her pato because after awhile she snatched it back, saying, "No, kids! Es Aya's Pato!"

Methinks we need to take expose her to more kids. Fighting with imaginary kids seems a little sadly hilarious, no?